This pro dueler been diagnosed Diabetic keptic, I'm your host Lock the vanilla suede British Staten Island mall menace Otherwise posin' as a dentist in my lenses Pinball machine
it to the screen, like Joe Piscapo Go to award shows, lock down the first rows Our ice keep us froze like Eskimos We rock coliseums, submarines Infrared beams with the tank machines
Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride Tell the boys in the bank, put the gas in my tank Polish your skin on my leather In which position you rank My car is
touch seems to break in my hands Then it just bursts into flames The piteous pleadings as innocents die Only an odor remains So burn the bitter butter Prepare the murder machines
, of the machine gun in my hands" (Aaahhh) "You know, I, I like the, the feeling of, of the machine gun in my hands" "the feeling of, of the machine gun
to the screen, like Joe Piscapo Go to award shows, lock down the first rows Our ice keep us froze like Eskimos We rock coliseums, submarines Infrared beams with the tank machines
lonely Soldier I be The last real nigga still down with Master P I do this for the money and I do this for the love I do this for my Soldiers and I do
a hit No Limit like Pac, Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe And blow, up like the world trade And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers
in the whole wide wide world (hey) City in the whole wide world (hey) City in the whole wide world (hey) Hey hey don't hate on me My tank on full your tank
'm a schoolboy, too. I want to be your chauffeur, I want to ride your little machine I want to be your chauffeur, I want to ride your little machine
'll steal from his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
it - america loves gangsters (ha ha ha ha) Look at all the angel dust, the cocaine and the cannabis Ain't nothing like it - america loves gangsters (he
The music box Is all that's left in the empty house Must've left it when they moved out In a hurry to flee the town Armoured tanks Broke through all
'm a schoolboy too. I want to be your chauffer I want to ride your little machine I want to be your chauffer I want to ride your little machine I want
tanks with oxygen to step outside our homes. Once it was hard, now it's just routine And I can't tell the difference between people and machine. Love
, what up cousin? AOTP in the buildin' What up Reef, what up Mach 7l, Eso(teric) King Syze all of y'all it's love baby Yeah! Yo I'm God incarnate, from
man enough I come up to your job and handcuff your boss Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off Then sit you up on the copy machine Make
m man enough I come up to your job and handcuff your boss Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off Then sit you up on the copy machine Make